Sketches

Peace
a piece of parchment
smooth-blank-promising

God
mighty - unpredictable
like rolling thunder and
sweet rain

Childhood
soft and fleecy
tremulous and fleeting


Cancer
I can't, sir
not now - no pain

Acceptance
Please take this cup
I offer up my suffering

Energy
is found in peace
transfused within embraces
meant to tell you of
the love
that was enlaced
in your creation

Self
----

Pulled

stick-
click-
It's sick how
we attract
Like magic
or magnets
attract
repel
attract-attract
without tact
energize
hypnotize
pulled by poles
feel the force
soft-invisible
moves us back and forth
sharpens upon contact.
Which is north
and which is south?
I've no direction.